| I’m a nightrider and she’s a hummingbird
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| I turn my music up loud and she know all the words
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| She likes a little flirt and I’m flexible
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| So tonight I got her name in my schedule
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| She’s original and I’m not like the other guys
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| I ain’t gonna lie — even my butterflies got butterflies
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| When she move that thing from side to side like a cobra’s head
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| She got a killer look, don’t think that I don’t notice it
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| And we stay awake — we' not gonna go to bed
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| I mean, we can sleep when we get old and shit
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| Ho-ho-hold your breath, embrace the early hour
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| Ro-ro-roses on the bed, call it flower power
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| And we stay in the sky like the sears tower
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| Then we heat it up like we’re sleeping in a steam shower
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| Goodbye, I already booked the flight
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| Tonight we’re taking off, reaching for the moonlight
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| She called me in the morning
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| Told me she only wanted one thing
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| How she’d be waiting for me all day long
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| Looking forward to tonight
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| I told her, «When I’m done in the studio
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| I’m gonna be all over you»
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| Yeah, baby, come along with me
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| Why don’t you meet me in the moonlight?
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| I ain’t on that g’d up shit, nah
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| I’m on that real love shit, yea
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| So put ya pom-pom's in the air for it
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| And gimme that l, gimme that o, gimme that v, e — nothin' above it
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| We don’t resort to violence
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| We resort to the greatest hooks ever
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| And then we add some violins
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| Though I could write hits with silence
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| Sshhh, daddy’s working, daddy’s surfing
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| Through his mind tryna find the rights words that
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| Still gon' be with us when the world ends
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| Words that’ll do anything for her like a servant
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| Words that bring me to the surface
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| Words that taste like your first kiss
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| So, listen carefully, girl, do yourself a favour
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| Let me put my pen to your paper, word!
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| She called me in the morning
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| Told me she only wanted one thing
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| How she’d be waiting for me all day long
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| Looking forward to tonight
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| I told her, «When I’m done in the studio
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| I’m gonna be all over you»
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| Yeah, baby, come along with me
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| Why don’t you meet me in the moonlight?
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| When the day is done and the sun goes down
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| She gets onboard and we leave the ground
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| Listen to Billie Holiday
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| Because I’m lost for words whenever she’s around
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| Lookin at stars and we don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause we good, yeah, we good, yeah
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| And it’s all because
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| She called me in the morning
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| Told me she only wanted one thing
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| How she’d be waiting for me all day long
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| Looking forward to tonight
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| I told her, «When I’m done in the studio
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| I’m gonna be all over you»
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| Yeah, baby, come along with me
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| Why don’t you meet me in the moonlight?
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| Oh, why, why, why, why-oh?
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| Why, why, why, why-oh?
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| Why, why, why, why, why-oh?
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| Why don’t you meet me in the moonlight, baby?
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| Why, why, why, why-oh?
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| Why, why, why, why-oh?
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| Why, why, why, why, why-oh? |